Coleman's Eyes

My son gazes at me
when we talk
with his deep black eyes
that are so intelligent
they have their own gravity.
I see right away
that no one has loved me
as much as he
with the possible exception
of my own mother.
He stares deep, burrowing
drinking whatever it is
that comes out of me.
When I'm unusually angry
his heart quickens
and he becomes afraid
but he never breaks his gaze.
A courageous
unnerving and constant
gaze.
His eyes are
ancient dark moons
full of undiscovered life.